DND character idea:
A severely religious paladin with a spirit guide who is an anime cat girl. Imagine;
Paladin: GIVR ME YOUR STRENGTH SPIRIT GUIDE!!!!
Anime girl: uwu Yes paladin-senpai
Early in 2020 I was approached by a musician seeking promotional art for his new startup. His intent was to create a group specializing in mood music for D&D campaigns. What a cool idea, right? He was seeking, particularly, an artist who could create goblins like those found in the Pathfinder setting. I had some examples from a previous job I was happy to share and he hired me quickly.
Our first collaboration was his character “Spanky”, the goblin that was to represent him, wearing his signature red hat and glasses. Once completed, he began his search for more band members and soon “Jerms” the red-headed goblin joined the crew. Jeremy is so enthusiastic for this project, it’s very contagious. I really enjoy working on his avatar art in particular.
So, some time later, the band founder sought me out again to make a “Missing” poster since they were still seeking a drummer. After we completed this project, it only took a few weeks to find “Stretch” and that brings us completely us almost up to date. I’m currently working on an edit to show the goblins in the foreground with their hands on their guitars rather than searching.
It has been tremendous fun working with these guys and I am super excited for their service. I hope you will look them up on Youtube. Search for “The Groove Goblin” and you will be able to pick them out by their avatars. Please show them your support and if you would like to support my art, I am usually available for commissions or you can join me on Patreon.com/NinjaMonkey where you will see some insights to my process and other pieces of art exclusive to my patrons. Thanks for your time and support. Good luck, Groove Goblins!
Inktober day 22: Chef
Are you SURE we can eat this?
This is Glee, my Tiefling ranger
Context: we have happened upon a pack of wolves but we don’t have any pieces to represent them so we use legos (our first time playing)
DM: Uh… (thinks for a moment) You venture upon a pack of wolves. (Places legos on the board)
Me, the Wizard (ooc): okay first of all work on your oration skills
Bard (ooc): shut up she’s trying her best
Me, still (ooc): and also, those aren’t wolves. Those are legos.
DM: just pretend they are.
Me: but they aren’t
DM, exasperated: you venture upon a pack of legos.
Hamish (playing Sett): My snake familiar Ouroboros will try to stabilize Bri… nat 20! Does that mean she’s revived?
DM: Yes, actually. She goes to 1 hit point.
Marijn (playing Bri): Thanks!
Hamish: Then I shoot the second arrow of dragon slaying… ooh, that goes well wide.
DM: Does it shatter?
Hamish: *rolls* Phew. Still intact.
So, Halloween is still here, and I wanted to push myself and finish a fully rendered illustration so…
Here is Ser! He’s the familiar of my favourite NPC in the DnD campaign I’m running
Dumb mechanic I thought of. How to figure out how hot your character is in 5e: roll 2d4, add your charisma modifier. It’s supposed to be 1-10 but yes you can go into the negitives and above ten, so…. yeah
Townspeople: Who was able to subdue the fiery beast?
My dear Lizzie,
I hope you are well. Do you remember, when you were head girl and spent the night consoling me when I let my homesickness drive me to tears? You told me I ought to focus not on the pain I was feeling, but on all the nice experiences I had in my first days of school. I am currently in tears, and longing for you, so I will write to you all the pleasant things that have happened to me. This is not easy, and not solely because of my shaking hands.
But I will not think of that. Let me start over.
I hope you
are well and that your new colleagues appreciate your wit and wisdom. I must
own I was mildly surprised when I heard you had taken up the law, but after a
while I did realise that no one would be more suited to family law. Your wit, strength
of character and endless compassion must lend themselves beautifully to
divorces and last wills alike. I thought of you, a while ago, when we
encountered a Count (pardon the pun, I am trying to will myself into levity)
who had several spouses and not all of them pleased about it. I am sure you
would have torn their marriage contract to shreds with no trouble. It would not
have helped against the mind-controlling charm the count employs, but it would
have giving me satisfaction to know that Escher would be free to marry again.
Someone more worthy, and kind.
I watch the others while they sleep and pretend my hands are shaking because of the cold and not because I know someone else is watching over us too. Poor Muriel, with his blood on her hands and her sword. Even worse is the fact that before all this, it was Everard who made sure none of us ever stayed bloodstained for long. I do not know what to think. He’s still here, but we killed him. I know he had to die and that we will do anything to ensure he lives again. I only pray we will not have to wait 400 years, or go back to that awful temple. Kasimir Velikov had to give up his own vitality to save his sister. I believe the Abbot will not ask us any such price. It is that, and that alone, that made me able to live with myself, when I turned my arrows on my friend.
But I will listen to your advice and write of pleasant things. Pleasant things, like reuniting lovers, and the fine dresses Muriel gave me. Oh, but she acted so strange, in that horrid place. As if we were not yet friends, as if she had to buy my friendship. As if I had to buy her protection. That dark gleam in her eyes would have given me nightmares, if I could sleep at all. If I did not see Everard stab himself every time I close my eyes. But that is a lie. She lied. That was not Everard. Her words were appealing deceptions, that’s all. She seemed pleasant, but it was all a pretty illusion to hide her plans to bind the entirety of Borovia to her will. We had to do it. We could not let such a seductive evil free into the world. Even if the price was our dear friend’s life. But perhaps we could have banished her after all. The thought of it keeps returning. I am almost afraid to look at Everard. His body, or his spirit. He seemed so confused, when he appeared. He apologised for leading us into this situation, but did not let us apologise for sacrificing him. It seems not everyone can see him as we do. I am so glad we can, I do not know if I would have been able to go on if we could not see him, talk to him.
You see Lizzie, it is very hard to think of pleasant things to write. But I will try. Remember how you always made sure to step on the creaking stair when you patrolled our dorm, just so Philine could hide her books and feign sleep? And how we made Maud sleep in different rooms at random to frustrate her suitors? I also remember how, when I was visiting you and Count Morano found me, you put a blonde wig on me and swore up and down I was your cousin Cecily. I remember I was terrified in that moment, but now I see how funny it was. I almost wish Count Morano would find me here. I have killed creatures in one shot. I dare him to try and abduct me now.
I am at all times surrounded by so many strong women, that I at times forget that I too can now be a protector of others. I may still need Clara’s protection and Raisa’s shield, but together can save orphans and reunite loved ones. Calliope’s wisdom and Muriel’s wings make us capable of great things. Perhaps it is time for us to take our strength and use it not just for protection, but for extermination. Those greater powers who seek to play with us will have to answer for their actions. Even Calliope, who has always been the mildest of us, now openly disdains the gods she was once dependent on. Perhaps we have all been changed by this journey. If we are, I do not think I mind it. Any being who seeks to harm my friends now will get an arrow through their eye and a sunblade through their chest.
I will not stray from the light, no matter what horrors I encounter. I will not suffer evil to live either. The time for amiability is over.
Emily St Aubert
DnD sketchdump cuz I’m thinking about them
different art style practice
Milo is still your typical boisterous and friendly halfling, but being a warlock of an eldritch forest being does have an impact - and the friends they make include all manner of creepy otherworldly critters.
ELT777 know as Wonder.
DM: Now Arauthator is going to make another breath attack, this time catching Cress, Bri and Sett in its cone.
Marijn (playing Bri): This is probably going to drop me, guys.
DM: That’s 42 damage to Bri and Sett. Cress, you take half damage for saving, and halved again for your cold resistance.
Tati (playing Cressida): Yay.
Marijn: I’m unconscious.